vestibule song

please baby oh tell me please,
tell me, baby, i brought my keys.

baby i'm down on my knees,
babybabybaby please, oh oh please

ah, looks like i brought some keys,
good night sweet trees,

rickle rickle in goes one key,
rickle rickle knob and twist

here i am blessed and kissed,
thank you baby, thank you.

what remains in the morning

, ah drank a bottle uv vine
and vare is my drunken state?
          i don't feel drunk
          but i am i suppose.
da ding wit da ding
dat we did wit da ding
is da ding that we did---
          ha ha ha, i'm busted.
i told. i told it, i told.
swivel, swivel, side to side,
day and night have no meaning,
only sun low and only sun high
          hello sun, sun good bye.

how i relate my person all to you,
the words of another matter---
though my words matter most,
           i breathe, lungs full,
           now i have a headache.
      who have i offended
but myself---
                   there is absolutely
no way to have this conversation
                   is there?

slop and slough, i'll dream it off---
where and winter when?
i should have a friend by then,
      to share this bottle uv vine.
i did not make a very good train man!
forgot the schedule,
hung out with the free riding winos,
talked politics with the voices
      of crushed ants
tied my shirt to the mail pole,
ran like thunder down the sleeper,
woke a little girl from her heavy slumber,
missed the stop to pull the lever
we were headed to Chicago